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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 3:58:56 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos was pulled out of his blushing stupor by the feeling of the boy's hand on his face. He had turned to face him when the action was returned. He blinked in some sort of surprise at first but he relaxed and kissed him softly in return. Afterwards, he just sat there, the words barely registering in his head before it happened again? Wait... This would happen.... in public!? He wasn't too sure about that either. Not that... This was... Nope.
Slowly he reached up and put a hand on the other's chest and broke the kiss, shaking his head a bit. "S-sorry I just..." But what was he going to say? "I.. need a minute..." Yeah, sure. Like time would magically make words for him. He hadn't meant to do it in the first place, and definitely didn't expect it to be reciprocate... Twice. "I.." But there wasn't much that he could say. What? That it made him uncomfortable? What sort of lame ass excuse was that?! He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Uhh... I... I don't really.. Like to be touched... I mean.. I don't mind when... But..." He sighed and shook his head. "I.. I can.. Kill you... And... I don't.. Want that.." Surely he would be able to remember the feeling from the music room. "I just..." Was he scared? Was that what this was? Would the other understand? "Please.. I... I'm sorry..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 5:45:17 GMT
When Amos placed a hand on his chest to break the kiss, Michael pulled back a little and blinked a few times as he looked at him. His eyes met the albino's as he spoke, or rather tried to, but he was quiet as he listened to him attempt to form words. He slid his hand away from Amos and just let it fall into his own lap, sitting up straight as he continued to look at him. He nodded a little to his words of not liking to be touched, as well as to his words of being able to kill him. He briefly thought back to the scuffle in the music room and shifted a little to get more comfortable. Yeah, that hadn't been pleasant. He glanced away for a few moments before looking back to the albino, scooting a little closer to him. "I understand, Amos..." He spoke softly, resting the back of his hand on his own leg in an offer for him to place his own in it. "We can... Just continue to meet up here in private of course. I... Still don't want anyone to find out I'm being so friendly and such to a peasant... No offense of course." He spoke, lifting his other hand to rub the back of his neck as he glanced away for a few moments. He looked back over to Amos and tilted his head slightly as he looked at him, scanning his eyes over his face. "Do you...still want to go out tomorrow..? Teach me peasantry things?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 17:22:28 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A small, sheepish little smile crossed the albino's face when the other male said that he understood. A bit of relief washed over him as he glanced over to him. "Heh. Don't worry. I'm a fairly modest person really." Not that anyone would know it based on his work. But his work persona was much much different than his real self. "And none taken. I get it. I wouldn't wanna be seen with me either..." He sighed and lay down so stare up at the tree again, putting his arms up under his head. "I'd still be more than happy to show you peasanty things, if you still want to go."
He just sat there in silence for a little while, his mind filled with so many things. But after a few moments, he had gathered the words that he wanted to say, the things he wanted to know. "What's it like?" Of course he knew that wasn't specific or anything. "Having a family? Having... Everything you want?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 17:47:36 GMT
Michael listened to Amos and his gaze seemed to soften at those negative words towards himself. He watched as he laid down then and soon lifted a brow to his question. What was it like..? The blond teen was still for several moments before he shifted himself to lay down beside the albino, one arm under his hand and the other over his stomach. "Having a family... It's...it's nice at times I guess. There's someone there to laugh with and get comfort from.. But it can also be frustrating too because of fights and arguments. It's not perfect... No family is, rich or poor." He spoke as he looked up at the tree as well. After a few moments he turned his head to look at the albino beside him, taking in his expression currently. "It's great to get everything I want, but at the same time... It gets a little dull. But that never lasts long and eventually I just... Slide back into the way things are and I'm back to being a spoiled brat." He told him, soon turning his head to look back up at the tree once more. "Though...you also are restricted on so many things. You have to act a certain way in front of people, look the other way if something happens within the household...keep so many secrets. Just for the sake of image." He spoke, frowning slightly as he sighed and then closed his eyes. "And you're right, Amos... About what you said in the music room... We may get everything we want but...at the same time we can't get something that is worth more than everything we have already." He spoke after about a minute. That albino really do seem to be similar to him... Michael opened his eyes and then released a breath, scanning his eyes at the tree looming over him. "What about you..? What's it like being so poor..? How can you be so...free yet have practically nothing?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 18:00:16 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos slowly let his eyes drift closed as he listened to the words from the other teen's mouth. A soft sigh escaped him. It must be nice. Even though he mentioned it being frustrating sometimes, it was still probably better than... Well. Better than the sad, miserable, lonely existence he lived. But maybe it didn't have to be that way anymore. Not completely.
But at the questions he was asked, he turned his head to look at the other male, blinking a bit. He wanted to know... About him? "Uhh..." He wasn't entirely sure how he could really answer such a question. But he supposed honesty would probably really be the best policy in this case. "It's a struggle sometimes. I don't have much, but I have everything that I need. I make quite a lot of money at my job because I'm so... unique looking. I could go out and buy things if I wanted, but if I need a computer, I just use the ones in the school, or borrow Luka's. My phone makes calls and text messages so that's all I really need there. Luckily the books are covered by tuition, as is the cost of my dorm so... I mean of course I'd like to have nice things, but it's not like I need them to survive."
He paused for a moment, wondering how he was really going to answer the second half of that question. "And I... I'm free because.. It's just me. I don't have a family. It's just me. I don't care about my image because I don't have to. I'm here to get a decent education and gather as many skills as I possibly can so that someday I might be useful to someone. I make all of my own decisions about everything because I have to. I don't have anyone to help make them for me. If something happens to me, it's entirely on me. If I go out and buy something expensive, and then don't have enough to pay for food, I just won't eat. Oh well. I'm not exactly free of responsibilities or anything. I just... Don't have to worry about the same things you do."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 18:25:25 GMT
Michael listened to Amos' response to his questions, just silent as he took in his words. He listened to how he survived with practically nothing, just having the things he needed to do just that - survive. Though at the mention of not having a family, he blinked and turned his head to look at Amos again. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it as he let Amos go on, eventually shifting to roll onto his side to better face Amos as he reached a hand out to lightly touch his side since his arms were under his head. The touch was almost like an invitation for the albino to come closer to him or for himself silently requesting permission to move closer to the albino. Once either option was granted and he was closer to the albino boy, Michael carefully wrapped his arms around him to hug Amos. He kissed the top of his head after a moment and just laid there quietly with Amos for a few minutes as he kept his grip around Amos firm but also loose in case he wanted to escape his grasp. "If you teach and show me peasant things... I'll spoil you and give you whatever you want." He spoke quietly after a minute, hopefully still hugging the albino male. "And if you think you'd have to pay me back some way... Just do so by helping me feel free..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 18:38:57 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos let out a gentle sigh as he lay there, at least, until he felt a touch to his side. Just what exactly was he.... "Err..." He was... Hugging him? At first he resisted, but after a few moments, he realized how... Nice it felt. He found himself curling up a bit into it, resting his face in the crook of the blonde's neck. Gods.. He smelled good. The words from the other male barely registered in his ears. How long had it been since he was held like this? Had he ever been? Why did it feel so... Nice? "Mmm.. I think... I think I could manage that... But I don't really need to be spoiled. I don't want expensive gifts. Just a bit of your time every now and then would be good..." His voice was soft, almost distant. "Thank you... For coming tonight... I... I really didn't expect that you would've... I didn't think I'd be worth even a second of your time."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 19:34:57 GMT
Michael smiled a little as he felt Amos curl up into him as he hugged him, feeling his face resting in the crook of his neck. He listened to his soft words, smiling again as he nuzzled his face against his pale hair, closing his eyes as he breathed in his scent. "Deal then," he responded quietly as he relaxed with Amos there. Though at his next words, Michael hugged him a little more. "You're welcome and...I have to thank you as well for going through the effort of setting all this up too.." He responded to him quietly, opening his eyes after a few moments. "I was actually...scared to come.." He admitted to Amos as he continued to hug him. The blond teen kissed the top of his head again and nuzzled his face against his hair once more. "But...I'm glad I came. You..really are someone worth my time." He told him quietly as he closed his eyes once again. "And... I want to continue spending time with you too." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 21:39:12 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino smiled a bit and curled up a little more, wrapping his arms in return around the other boy. This was lovely. And he almost didn't ever want it to stop. But he knew that was unrealistic. "Well, then I'm glad you came. And I would love to keep doing things like this for you... As often as you'll let me." Well, when he had the extra time of course. He did work a full time job, on top of attending school. But it wasn't like he really had a social life. Only occasional study sessions with Luka when he was really struggling. But lately he'd been alright.
A small gasp escaped him at the very thought of maybe being worth something to someone. Of course the poor boy went into some sort of shock at that fact, not really noticing the few tears fall from his eyes onto the other male's neck. Was he... Crying? What the hell sort of bullshit was that? Still, he was silent about it, just holding onto the other male a bit tighter. After a few moments, he pulled away, trying to discreetly wipe his eyes, stretching and pretending to yawn. That could be an excuse if he was caught, right? "Hmm... Is there anything else you want to do tonight?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 18, 2017 23:19:09 GMT
Michael was, to say the least, happy when Amos had wrapped his arms around him in return. He chuckled softly to his words and hugged him a little more, comfortable and relaxed there. "Only if I may return the gestures as well," he responded with a smile. Yet at the feeling of something wet touching his neck, Michael blinked in subtle confusion and looked at the boy when he pulled back only to see him stretch and yawn. He watched him quietly for several moments after the question was asked, soon lifting a hand to place it on his cheek and used his thumb to wipe away any wetness that the boy had missed. "I want...to do whatever you want to do." He eventually responded as he made eye contact with the albino boy. After a few moments he moved his head to brush his lips over his, at first lightly but then applying pressure as he kissed him. He was gentle about it as he kept the kiss for a few moments before he slowly pulled out of it. "Anything you want to do..." He added as he offered him a smile, and trailed his thumb over his cheek. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 18, 2017 23:35:44 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Another gentle kiss found its way to his lips, and a blush found its way into his cheeks. What was it about this boy that made him feel like this? Why did he feel like he could trust him and be himself? But at the same time... Amos smiled and pulled away a bit, slipping his jacket off. "Well... I mean.. If you don't mind, as nice as this suit is, I'd... rather get out of it. I seriously have no idea how you dress like this all the time. It's so uncomfortable... All.. Proper." He chuckled a little bit. "I uhh.. I'll be right back." Yes, of course he had brought other clothes with him. "Unless you want me to stay like this...?" He really hoped that he didn't. Once he received his answer, he grabbed his bag and went back into the tunnels they had come in through. Of course it was dark enough there for him to change his clothing with relative ease.
It didn't take him long to come padding back in a blue t-shirt and some jeans. That and for whatever reason he had decided not to put his shoes back on, just walking across the grass in his socks and throwing his bag back on the ground before laying back down. "Well. I really wanted to do that." He chuckled a bit and smiled towards the other male. Of course after a few moments, his face darkened and he couldn't make eye contact with the blonde. "I... I take it umm... I'm not... Your first... Anything..." Of course he didn't mean it in an offensive way. "Like.. Kiss or..." But he was curious, he just couldn't complete that thought out loud.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 19, 2017 1:56:00 GMT
Michael allowed Amos to pull away after the kiss, returning the smile as he pushed himself up and watched as he took his jacket off. He chuckled at his words and went ahead to go ahead and take his own jacket off, leaving him with a blue long-sleeved shirt on. "Yeah, go ahead, Amos... I'm just used to it because I was pretty much forced to wear a suit all the time to where I'm used to it now." He responded, gesturing for Amos to go ahead and change as he tilted his head back and leaned back on his hands. He closed his eyes with a content sigh, listening to the sound of the boy getting up and walking away. It didn't take long until he heard the padding sound of the albino male returning, causing Michael to open his eyes and look at the teen. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he stared at him, soon smiling again as he soon laid back down after tossing his bag down. He chuckled to his words and laid back down as well, his jacket neatly folded and laying nearby. "Well, I won't force you to wear any suits." He chuckled to him before he lifted a brow when Amos' face darkened and he couldn't make eye contact with him. He listened to him before a smile crossed his features once more. Michael reached over and lightly flicked his ear as he propped himself up on one arm. "You're my first boyfriend if that clears your mind," he told him. He then slid his fingers along his jawline to his lips, lightly brushing them against the albino's lips. "As for being a first concerning kissing... Yes willingly... But my first? No. Some jackass was testing his limits quite frequently and he kissed me. Buuuutttt.... No one knows where he wandered off to the day after that happened. Still don't know today." He spoke, shrugging a little as he obviously knew, or had a guess, as to what happened to the person. "What about me? Am I your first for anything?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 19, 2017 2:44:00 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] At the thought of being and unwilling participant, he had gone sort of blank. He hadn't meant to bring up something so... Oh. well.. As the little story finished it didn't seem to be a traumatic event for the boy at least. That was good he supposed. He smiled a bit at the thought of being his first boyfriend. But then the question was returned and the smile fell from his face, and he turned his head away from the other male. "I... Willingly.. Yeah..." But he really didn't feel like dragging all that up right now, so he shook it off and turned back to smile at him again. "I guess it's definitely new for the both of us."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 19, 2017 4:26:45 GMT
Michael smiled a little at Amos and then reached his free hand out to take hold of one of the albino's. "Yeah... I guess it is." He spoke, chuckling a little before he glanced down briefly. "Who'd have thought...something like this could happen? I mean... I'm..glad it did happen." He told him, his eyes moving back up to look at Amos. "Thank you...for this...first date." He spoke to him, offering him a smile. He licked his lips a little as he glanced down again, his cheeks gaining a tint of red a bit. "I.. I do like you, Amos... And... I do want to keep.. Meeting up with you." He told him, looking at their hands before he slowly returned his gaze to Amos' face again. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 19, 2017 4:42:15 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Last night had gone so swimmingly well, that he felt light and airy as he practically floated around his dorm room. He had woken up early to make sure he could get everything prepared that he needed to get done before the blonde would grace him with his presence. Of course, getting the blonde to come down to his level at all was a damn miracle. So, he supposed he could go up to his room. It took him a few hours of sewing to make proper clothing for Michael to wear. Of course, the clothes looked regular enough, but they were made with some of the best materials he could afford. Once he was certain he was done with that, he finished preparing the meal he was going to make for dinner, after all, he didn't have the time to make it for the previous night, but it had been requested of him, so of course, he was going to make it. As soon as he was certain everything was finished, he showered and dressed himself, gathering whatever he needed for the upcoming day and headed up to Michael's dorm.
He was definitely as uncomfortable up here as Michael was on his level. And it definitely showed. "Well, if it ain't the little rat. Ain'tcha a little far from your sewer, rat?" Oh great. Just the person he wanted to deal with today. "Come up here to steal shit and sell it on Ebay? Oh wait. Do you even know what Ebay is?" Amos glared at the aqua haired male blocking his way. "C'mon. What's in the bag rat?"
"None of your god damn business. Now get out of my way before I kill you." He didn't even try to hide the hostility in that threat and was greeted with his head being shoved into a wall. Apparently Rishe didn't want to deal with his shit either.
"Rischzel." The aqua haired male turned around to the voice. "You're here to help me, not beat up some filthy low born. Now get your hands off of him before you contract his filth." Wait. Amos knew that voice. One of Luka's siblings. The little dark haired one no doubt. But to his surprise, Rishe did as he was asked, giving him a swift punch to the stomach before walking away.
Amos stood there for a moment, gasping for air and growling semi simultaneously before he picked up the bag he had with him and walked on towards Michael's dorm. Of course he made sure there was no one in the hall before he knocked.
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